She couldn't find the words. Didn't know how to ask for what she needed, her heart racing, vulnerability raw.
"You want to be in control," Eros said, understanding immediately, voice gentle, knowing. "You want to set the pace. Make it about what you need instead of what I give you."
Patricia nodded, tears pricking again, relief flooding her. "Is that okay?"
"Patricia." He cupped her face again, palms tender, eyes intense. "You can have anything you want from me. Anything. Always."
She kissed him then—soft, tender. Not demanding. Just grateful, lips brushing, a slow, loving press, tongues touching lightly, a shared breath.
When she pulled back, she looked down between them. His cock stood proud—thick and hard and absolutely massive, veins pulsing, head dark and swollen, glistening with their earlier mess. Even after everything, the sight of it made her breath catch, her pussy throbbing, awe and need mingling.
